The Wasteland: Their Champion Book One

by K. A Knight

  “You ok?” I try to make my voice as soft as possible.

  She nods, still cupping her cheek. She eyes me cautiously as she pushes to her feet. The guy moves as if to push her back down and I waggle my finger at him.

  “Nope, you stay right there.”

  He turns his fury on me, forgetting about the slave. This time, I keep my eyes trained on him, the bunching in his muscles letting me know he doesn’t plan on letting this challenge lie.

  “Go.” The girl looks at me as if I am part of this and tricking her only to drag her back and beat her. Sighing I offer her a small smile. I know that distrust and that look. I nod and she hesitantly takes a step backwards. When I don’t move, she turns and spins. She sprints to the edge of the arena where Drax and Thorn wait. Drax catches her arm and keeps her between them.

  I crack my neck from side to side as the man advances on me.

  “You’re going to pay for that, cunt.”

  Bouncing on the balls of my feet, I grin at him.

  “Can’t wait.” I taunt.

  He falters for only a moment before running at me with a roar. I sidestep his charge and he spins wildly, his nostrils flaring. I feign disinterest and eye my nails. He steps forward, more reserved this time, and when I don’t move, he launches himself at me with surprising speed for a big bastard. I manage to twist out of the way and grab the belt from the floor in one move. I run it through my hands as I watch him, he's getting even angrier now. Good, it will make him stupid. The first rule in the fights was to let your rage be present but not rule you.

  He starts to circle me, obviously looking for a weakness. This time when he rushes me, I don’t move. I block the punch aimed at my head with the belt, wrap it around his arm and twist it behind his back. Using it as leverage, I kick off, pushing him away from me.

  I want him to suffer, to be humiliated. I can hear the crowd from here as more fighters and trainers stumble over to watch. Keeping light on my feet, I stay out of his reaching distance. He starts to get frustrated and overreaches himself trying to hit me. He puts more power in his wide swings, overexerting himself until he starts to slow. I let him closer and he grins obviously thinking I’ve made a mistake. I duck under a punch and instantly straighten, throwing a powerful punch at his unprotected head. He stumbles back, the shock evident. I don’t give him time to recover, I whip my leg up, kicking with all my strength. He falls back further, bending over, clutching his wounded ribs. Rushing forward, I bring up my knee and hear a crunch when it connects with his unprotected face. He howls and falls to his side. I step back and watch in grim amusement.

  “Get up.” I jump up and down on the spot as I snarl at him.

  He groans, but manages to glare at me.

  “Get up, pussy,” I shout. The crowd laughs and chants at him. Snarling, he pushes to his feet but staggers. I wait until he's standing to end this. With the belt wrapped around my arm, I run and twist around him, leaping on his back like a monkey. I lock my legs around his waist and wrap the belt around his wide neck.

  He jerks and twists, trying to throw me off. I hold on, keeping the pressure around his neck. He staggers over the ground heading to the wall. Ah fuck, this going to hurt. Turning as he gasps for breath, he throws himself backwards, my back smashing against the dirt wall. The breath is knocked out of me, but I manage to hang on. He starts to get desperate as he claws at my hands until he falls to his knees, his breathing harsh and wheezing.

  “Do you give up?” I shout to be heard over the crowd. When he continues to claw, I increase the pressure on the belt until he falls face first into the dirt. I ride him down to the floor, planting my feet on either side of his body. When I’m sure he’s unconscious. I let go of the pressure and hop off.

  Strolling away, I hum to myself. The crowd goes silent as I reach the girl.

  “Thanks for letting me take that, I haven’t had that much fun in a while.” Drax is bent over laughing so hard I see tears.

  “Oh god, I think I’m in love,” Drax says between chuckles. He wipes his eyes but I can still see the laughter in them. Thorn smiles at me as he eyes me, the desire clear. The girl blinks at me incredulously so I throw her a wink and turn and run and jump at the wall. I catch the bottom of the fence and pull myself over. The spectators part as I stroll through their midst. Knowing that Thorn and Drax were watching and found it hot has me turned on as all hell, the adrenaline still coursing through my body, wiring me up, the lust from this morning rushing back with a vengeance.

  I need to let out some of this excess frustration and pent-up desire and I know just the people. I’m really hoping they follow me. When I hear running feet behind me, I grin to myself. I’m about to show them how a champion celebrates.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Blue Balls and Bombshells

  I head inside the closest building, which happens to be the mess hall. I avoid the main room and follow an empty corridor until we reach a dead end. The doors on each side are all closed which makes me grin, I spin to see them blink in confusion at where we are. I slowly walk towards them letting them look their fill. Drax grins watching me hungrily as Thorn's eyes drop and watch the way my body moves.

  When I get close enough, I pounce. Drax catches me as I fling my body at him and I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. I slowly lick my lips and his eyes drop to them. His hands drop to my ass and squeeze. I rub myself against him like a cat and he bites his lip. The only noise is our heavy breathing. I wait for his eyes to raise to mine before I smash my lips to his. I show him my need, the extent of the lust coursing through my body. I don’t kiss gently, I nip and suck as the kiss turns violent, his lust finally breaking that last shred of control from him. His fingers dig into my ass so hard it makes me moan against his lips.

  A body pushes up behind me and Drax leans me back so Thorn's chest presses against us, holding me up. The angle tilts me so I can run my hands down Drax shoulders to his chest. I pull my lips away and lean my head back as I slowly trace his muscles through his shirt. He watches me with his puffy lips parted, his breathing hard. His eyes are wild and I love every second of it.

  Lips meet my neck, distracting me and I arch into it. Drax takes the opportunity and leans forward, licking down the other side of my neck to my pushed out chest. He moves his hands away from my ass, using Thorn to support me. He pushes them under my shirt and slowly traces my skin. I close my eyes as his nimble fingers work closer and closer to my pebbled nipples. Thorn bites my neck, reminding me he’s there, it sends a shock right down to my cunt.

  Thorn turns my head, stretching my neck as he lowers his lips to mine. He takes his time, gently kissing and licking before sealing our lips together. The kiss is slower and more controlled than Drax’s. I get lost in it until a finger lightly grazes my nipple. I gasp into Thorn's mouth and pull back to watch him with hooded eyes. Drax drags his fingertip across one then the other, slowly driving me mad with need.

  Leaning closer, I take out some of my frustration by biting Thorn’s exposed neck. He pants and stumbles, pushing me closer to Drax. I smirk as I kiss down his neck. Drax thrusts against me as he finally pulls down my bra and twists one of my exposed nipples. The mix of pain and pleasure has my clit throbbing needily. I bring my lips back to Thorn’s, our kiss turning explosive as I rub myself against Drax, which rubs my ass back against Thorn. Drax alternates between twisting and flicking both nipples as he kisses down my neck. I almost scream with the need to have his lips wrapped around one. He shoves my top up and the chill hits my exposed breasts, causing them to harden further.

  “Fuck, you are so goddamn sexy,” Drax’s voice is rough and full of desire as his breath hits my left nipple. I take it out on Thorn who starts to move behind me, rubbing then thrusting slightly. I yank my mouth away to shout at Drax, but he chooses that moment to wrap his lips around my nipple and suck. My eyes nearly roll into the back of my head as I moan. Turning my head back, I watch him through unfocused eyes as he licks and nips at my br
east like he did my lips.

  Thorn’s big hand slides between our bodies and slowly works its way down my front until he reaches my jeans.

  “You have to say yes, baby girl.” His voice is like velvet.

  I almost cry at that, the fact that this big scarred warrior would take the time to make sure this is what I want?

  “Yes.”

  Panting, I look at Drax as he grins around my nipple. With a pop he lets go and moves to the other one, leaving teasing stinging bites in his wake. Thorn flicks open the button and pulls down the zip, the sound loud in the hallway. His hand pushes in and pulls my panties aside. He cups my pussy and applies pressure as I roll my hips against his hand. Drax lets go of my nipple and blows a cold breath on the wet sensitive nub. I moan and grab his head in my hands and pull him towards me. He comes willingly and I push my lips to his.

  Thorn pulls his palm away making me whine, his finger tracing lightly down my lips and back up again, spreading my own need around me. One of his fingers dips lightly inside me before pulling out again. Pulling his hand from my pants, he offers his fingers to Drax. I drag my lips away and watch as Drax grins and licks them. Holy sands below.

  “Jesus Taz, you taste amazing. I can’t wait to have my head between your thighs as I eat you.” He grins before diving back to my lips. I can taste myself on him and it only adds to my wetness. Thorn’s fingers work their way back between our bodies and into my waiting pussy again.

  He circles my clit as it throbs, putting pressure on everywhere but where I need him. I buck, trying to move his finger and he stops. His breath hits my ear making me shiver.

  “Be a good girl and you will get what you want,” He waits for me to stop moving before starting his maddening circle again.

  A throat clearing from somewhere behind us has me blinking the corridor back into view. Drax pulls away enough so I can see Major behind him looking amused. Thorn doesn’t stop his circling and I don’t pull away.

  “What do you need?” My voice is harsh and husky but I don’t give a fuck. His eyes don’t drop from mine even as his lips stretch into a toothy grin.

  “We need to talk.”

  Really? Right this fucking moment? Thorn presses against my clit, making me buck up into him as I bite my lip to hide a scream.

  “Fuck! Right now?” I grunt and drop my head back against Thorn's shoulder. He pulls his finger away and cups my pussy again.

  “Yes, I wouldn't interrupt but it’s important. I’ll wait outside while you get dressed. One minute, Worth, then I'll drag you out myself.”

  I hear him walk away humming to himself, bloody bastard. I sigh and open my eyes again.

  “Play time’s over boys,” my voice is more even this time. Thorn pulls his hand from my pants and I drop my legs from Drax’s waist. I step away so my back is to the wall and grin at their frustrated expressions. I quickly pull up my bra and straighten my top as their hungry eyes track my fingers.

  “Aww, it was just getting interesting,” Drax pouts at me as I zip and button my jeans. Thorn’s face is animalistic and I have to stop myself from jumping them again. I saunter up to them, trying to ignore my needy pussy. I kiss Drax’s lips quickly and turn to Thorn. I kiss him and then pull away so my head is between theirs.

  “If you’re good boys, we can play later.” I turn and walk down the hallway and laugh as they both scramble to follow after me. My head turns back to business at the warning in Major’s tone. Something is up and I'm not leaving this time until I have answers.

  “You head back to the room I'll see what Major wants.”

  “Got it, baby girl. Try not to kill anyone,” Thorn smacks my ass as he strides past and I glare at his retreating back, fingering one of my knives, debating throwing it at him in warning. Drax rushes past me, jogging after his friend before turning and walking back towards me, his long legs eating the distance between us. He grabs my waist and spins me around as he kisses both cheeks and then my lips.

  “What he said, though if you do, can I watch? It makes me so hard watching you fight.” He waggles his eyebrows at me.

  “Dirty bastard, I’ll think about it.”

  He winks and drops me gently to the floor before offering me a smirk and chasing after Thorn.

  Shit, my pussy throbs again, reminding me why I jumped them in the first place. Can women get blue balls?

  “This better be good,” I warn Major as I step out of the building. I shield my eyes from the sun and see Thorn and Drax wandering back to the room. My lips twitch at their disgruntled expressions.

  “It is, shall we go to my office?” I drag my eyes away from them and meet Major’s. I ignore the questions swirling in their depths and nod. With one last look back at the boys as they turn the corner, I follow after Major as he strides away.

  ◆◆◆

  Major's office is a mix of the old world and the new one. A large clean wooden desk sits in the middle of the room with a comfy looking chair behind it. Paintings cover the deep wood wall and two black leather chairs sit opposite his desk. Weapons ranging from small blades to maces line the wall behind the desk from ceiling to floor. A balcony door is open and the sound of flesh hitting flesh and the crowd filters through with the sunlight.

  Major makes his way silently across the carpeted floor to sit behind his desk. He slumps in his seat, rubbing his head, and I notice the bags under his eyes and the stress that lines his face. Whatever has made this usually stoic man lose sleep will not be good.

  I plop myself down in one of the comfy leather seats and drop my legs on his desk. He doesn’t even comment on my dirty boots touching his clean desk, shit something bad is going on.

  I drag my feet off and they fall to the floor with a bang. “What’s going on?” I brace myself as he looks up at me.

  “I'm sorry kid, I didn’t want to tell you. I know you’ve been sticking your head in the sand ever since you escaped and it worked for you. To tell you the truth, I had hoped you would never come back here,” he trails off as he rubs his chin in thought.

  “Spit it out, you know I don’t do well with half-truths.” My fingers bite deep into the arms of the chair as I try and anchor myself. I will myself to stay calm. Major finally looks up at me.

  “When I first saw you fight I knew you were a survivor. It was written on your face, the steel and determination to get through whatever you had to,” he swallows hard. “You had a hard past kid, I wish I could protect you from this now.”

  “Major,” I growl out the warning.

  “He’s looking for you.”

  Those four words stop me like nothing else. Ice runs in my veins as the sound drops away from the room. I drop my unfocused stare to the desk. My saliva tastes like sawdust in my mouth as I swallow repeatedly. Why now? Why after all this time? Haven’t I earned my life? Questions and self-pity make me slump in my seat.

  The sound comes back into the room with a bang, making my ears ring. My name being called has me blinking to bring my eyes back into focus.

  “Tazanna.” My name snaps me out of my funk and with a start, I look at Major. He’s crouched in front of me, gripping my clenched hands. His face is pale and full of sympathy.

  “Tazanna, did you hear me?” I nod and he drops my hands. I slowly uncurl my fingers from my palms, they leave bloody half crescents where my nails have dug into the sensitive skin. I lick my lips and wipe my hands on my jeans to get rid of the blood, uncaring about the stains.

  Major stands with a sigh and makes his way around his desk again. He sits on the edge of his seat and fumbles in his drawer, I just watch him as my world crumbles around me.

  He will find me and when he does the punishment will be unbearable. Living under his thumb again as a slave after being free is something I can’t do, I would rather die. I have no doubt that he will find a way to make me his pet again if he gets the chance.

  Major offers me an open bottle and I grab it gratefully before taking a huge swallow. When I'm done, I lower the bottle and nod for hi
m to carry on. He leans back and watches me carefully like I'm about to break. It has my hackles rising and I offer him a smile filled with agony.

  “I’m fine. How do you know this?” My voice sounds small and so unlike me.

  “I don’t know how much you paid attention after you left but Ivar has been, well he’s been-“

  “Spit it out, Major.”

  “He’s unstable.”

  I laugh bitterly. “He’s always been unstable.”

  Major nods grimly.

  “More than normal, kid. They say losing his favourite pet,” He winces at the word but I don’t flinch, I'm aware of what I used to be. “Well it drove him crazy. He started punishing his generals, pushing his fighters so hard they died. He turned his sick habits and pleasures on his clan.”